Lyrics:
kids, cause I'm on my shit
Just gotta check up, the docs say I'm healthy, but I still wear my vest, I'm from LV
Sweat purple so loud, you can smell me
That's a penny for your thoughts
I'm in the hood with the killers, and hundred dollar billers
Fuck with me and you get chalked
Swag by the ounce, I could
Bust it open baby show me what you working with
Percolating pop that booty like a percocet
Shawty thin at the top, bottom heavy set big booty
What
the morning stay sane
See your problem
Way deeper than a script
And, it seem like
You looking for a trip
Doc you a trip
You told me
What you diagnosed with
You
words
When I tried telling you my story
Have no reason, still don't trust me
No, I'm not a cheat or liar
She brought love, she brought joy
She
Microbus
He'd roll on by to pick me up about 8:17
Whereupon he'd hook me up to his patented machine
At the appointed time he drove up and I jumped into
uninvited
So you better run away
Before my demons come to play Ay
Metaphor too thick for you to Get
But I rather shit on a bitch
Than to let her hit me
Give it to me straight doc
Can I take these meds
I hear strange things under my breathe
I'm love drunk crazy from you squishing my head
Remember
an angel)
That was watching over me
Oh, brought me so much joy
And all the love I'll ever need
I've been touched by an angel
What a beautiful surprise
Never
clear the doc’s coming out on top aint talkin lamination
No fabrication I captivate with my canvas paintings
My aspirations brought this tune (toon)
the fuck you at? (Tical)
Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now (shut the fuck up)
I'm pluggin' in them social skills that keep my total bills
Over
and advisor with the fucked up spine
Twerking on the sideline in this tutu looking fine
You can call me Doc, 'cause I got that PhD
Teaching you plant fam-ly
flawless
Most hardest, most honest known artist
Chip off the old block, but old Doc is (back)
Looks like Batman brought his own Robin
Oh God, Saddam's
Too many tequila sunrises
Enough to kill a sunset
I don't give a fuck what the past says
This time we brought our A game
You keep telling me
Just look over your shoulders, honey!
Yeah, I know
It's been a minute
Don't you know
Just look over your shoulders, honey!
Whenever you need me
day
You spoke to me as if I was your best friend or sum'
But when today I tried to say whassup and you walked on by
You had nothin' to say to me then
so I guess I'm really done
So tell me... what brings you here Mister...
Major
I read your little article that I saw in last week’s paper
About a guy
Andrew Luck
And PF Changs
Sit me anywhere I want
Im in a rush
I don't have the time to talk
And you can tell that I got sauce
By the walk
Shortie thick
See
SOLITAIRE
Yeah Yo Whas-sup thisis Daz Dil-lin-ger from the D-P-G Dogg - Pound in the house
We chillin' with the Doc he brought us o-ver into France
gates marked by wood surname signs
Line the sparsely housed wide set dead end streets
If you drive down to where the gravel gives way
To the orange dirt
[Chorus - Daz Dillinger] 2x
All my niggas won't you Crip with me
All my bitches won't you Crip with me
If you ain't Crippin, you my e-ne-my
Everybody
see what's happening, what I'm missing tonight
And I think I might check and see
'Cause it's almost speaking to me
Why don't you take just a little
you blow up
Then its everybody know us
Life for living find me glowing in the sun
Sippin chaga over rum choose health
Pushing limits get it done
Trap
was so desolate before you came to me
Looking back (Looking back)
I guess it shows that we were destined
To shine over the rain to appreciate
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